Dream of: 06 January 1995 "Lilies Of The Field"

I was sitting in a literature or English class which I was taking at a college. It was the last day of class and 25-30 students were in the class. The professor, a woman probably in her late 50s, was standing in front of the room. She was about 1.7 meters tall, thin, and well dressed in light-colored clothing. I had come to like her very much during the course of the class.

I had incubated the idea that on the last day of class that when the class was over, I would approach her and tell her how much I had enjoyed her class. I would ask her if it might be possible for four or five students from the class to come to her on a regular basis for a group session.

When the class was finished, everyone rose and left without saying anything to the professor. As the professor was also leaving, I picked up a book titled Lilies of the Field. I thought I had heard the professor say something about the book. It was about five centimeters thick, with white covers, except the front cover was missing.

I followed the professor down a hallway until she came to an open area and sat down at a desk. I walked up to her and asked if she had a moment to speak with me. When she indicated she did, I sat down. We began talking and she asked me about myself. I told her I was in college, that I only had 12 more hours to go, and that I would finish those hours the following semester. To myself I reflected that I had already signed up for 12 hours of the following semester, and I hoped those would be the courses which I would need to graduate. I had already spent a lot of money on college and the professor asked me how I had been able to afford it. I explained that I had worked for a while as a lawyer and had saved up quite a bit of money. I reflected that I had already spent over $100,000 for college. But then I rethought, and decided I had only spent between $50,000 and $60,000, and that I still had between $50,000 and $60,000 in savings.

I was thinking I still had enough money to finish college. Since I didn't have much more college to finish, she asked, "What do you want to do?"

I replied, "Be a writer."

She said, "Oh, a writer."

I said, "I've been writing for a very long time well, not a very long time since I was 20."

I bent over slightly, put my hand to my head and said, "The kind of writing I do is quite singular."

I intended to explain that I wrote my dreams. I was also thinking that I was currently writing my dreams on Prodigy.

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